Ski Pants and Vaporizers
Brace yourselves: I have been too sick to blog.
I KNOW! I didn't think that was possible either but there ya go.
I blogged a lot to you all in my head but I still haven't refined my mechanism for Telepathic Blogging so y'all probably didn't get those transmissions. There was some good stuff there. I'll try to recreate over the next few days. I wish I was a better note taker. I just found a scrap of paper on which I have written, "What's with all the hvelswiffin?" I'm sure that would have been a hilarious blog post, written under the influence of cold medicine and all, but darn if I know what I was talking about.
As, well, not an aside, really, but just an extraneous whine: why is it that when I get a cold here in New York, it ends up being the Mucus Producing Scourge of Death and Fatigue and Dry Skin for Days on End? Seriously, are there no SNIFFLES in New York? Must every cold threaten to send one of my lungs flying out through my nose?
In addition to this new development where I cough so hard that I have to sit down, exhausted, while brushing my hair, the other news on the Cooper front is that we had more than a foot of snow on Sunday. Schools were even closed on Monday! We were so primed for fun--only not really because we were all so sick. Coop has also been sick with a cold-- one so invasive that he ended up with an ear infection and on antibiotics. That means three of the four Coopers were on antibiotics at the same time for ear infections! Dudes, you can't BUY that kind of glamour!
Anyway, I hope to return with ever-so-witty musings about, well, SOMETHING very soon. Meanwhile, I leave you with a picture that epitomizes what really happens when Texans move to New York.
"Y'all kin have yer blizzard but we air still grillin' steaks, dammit." All hail Steak Night!
I KNOW! I didn't think that was possible either but there ya go.
I blogged a lot to you all in my head but I still haven't refined my mechanism for Telepathic Blogging so y'all probably didn't get those transmissions. There was some good stuff there. I'll try to recreate over the next few days. I wish I was a better note taker. I just found a scrap of paper on which I have written, "What's with all the hvelswiffin?" I'm sure that would have been a hilarious blog post, written under the influence of cold medicine and all, but darn if I know what I was talking about.
As, well, not an aside, really, but just an extraneous whine: why is it that when I get a cold here in New York, it ends up being the Mucus Producing Scourge of Death and Fatigue and Dry Skin for Days on End? Seriously, are there no SNIFFLES in New York? Must every cold threaten to send one of my lungs flying out through my nose?
In addition to this new development where I cough so hard that I have to sit down, exhausted, while brushing my hair, the other news on the Cooper front is that we had more than a foot of snow on Sunday. Schools were even closed on Monday! We were so primed for fun--only not really because we were all so sick. Coop has also been sick with a cold-- one so invasive that he ended up with an ear infection and on antibiotics. That means three of the four Coopers were on antibiotics at the same time for ear infections! Dudes, you can't BUY that kind of glamour!
Anyway, I hope to return with ever-so-witty musings about, well, SOMETHING very soon. Meanwhile, I leave you with a picture that epitomizes what really happens when Texans move to New York.
"Y'all kin have yer blizzard but we air still grillin' steaks, dammit." All hail Steak Night!
Comments
Feel better!
Feel better soon! Pax.
and by the way, No, you cannot snorgle a Throg's floof. it's a well-known fact that Throges have sharp clawses and teefses and do not appreciate floof snorglingses.
I will patiently wait for you to get well and tell me everything I need to know about hvelswiffin.